When Guoguo saw that her little thoughts were exposed, she pouted and dared not say anything.
Lin Yi knew very well that since the money had been paid, how could he let the teacher go like that.
They don't lack this little money, but if they let Guoguo do whatever he wants, that is not the right way to educate a child.
"Come, let Dad show you my superb painting skills." Lin Yi said with a confident smile.
Chen Rong showed some expectation and said, "You can also draw."
"Of course." Lin Yi smiled, picked up the white paintbrush, and drew a big circle on the paper, then the neck and mouth.
Seeing Lin Yi's poor painting skills, Teacher Chen's face froze and he couldn't help laughing and said, "Mr. Lin, you drew a penguin, it's quite lifelike..."
"No, teacher, my father drew a little duck. It's the little duck in the fountain." Guoguo said crisply.
Chen Rong: “…”
"I, I know, I was just kidding." Chen Rong smiled awkwardly.
“It looks just like what Dad drew!”
“Dad is awesome!”
"The pen in Dad's hand must be magical, otherwise how could he draw so well?"
Guoguo said loudly.
Chen Rong was sweating all over her forehead, wondering what this painting was. This was also called a painting. She was so impressed by this father and daughter.
"Do you admire your father?"
"yes!"
Lin Yi naturally knew that his painting was average, so he looked at Chen Rong and said with a smile: "Teacher Chen's painting is better."
"Really?" Guoguo frowned and seemed a little unconvinced.
Because since the teacher came, he has been teaching her those boring basic painting skills and has never seen her paint.
"Ah? Me?" Chen Rong was a little surprised.
"Yes, since you are a teacher you can definitely draw better, come on." Lin Yi chuckled.
Chen Rong was slightly stunned, then nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, then Guoguo will see whether the teacher's painting is better or Dad's is better."
Lin Yi frowned slightly when he heard this, because parents often want to ask their children questions such as "Who do you like more, dad or mom?"
Such questions will put children in a dilemma, but children are not good at lying, so if they have to choose between the two, their feelings will definitely be hurt.
Teacher Chen's words had something similar in them, so Lin Yi was a little dissatisfied.
Of course, Lin Yi would not blame Teacher Chen for this. In such a situation and context, it was very reasonable for her to say such things, and she did not mean it.
When Lin Yi was distracted, Teacher Chen Rong had already slowly picked up the black watercolor pen and started painting on the A4 paper.
However, with Lin Yi's sharp eyes, he could immediately tell that the way she held the pen was the way of a sketch artist, placing the watercolor pen on her index and middle fingers, and painting with varying degrees of lightness and heaviness.
With Lin Yi's knowledge, he was very familiar with this kind of painting method. Sketch artists liked to use the side of a pencil to draw dotted draft lines on paper to facilitate subsequent corrections and covering.
But the watercolor pen is too thick. Can such a painting really be presented on a small A4 paper
Lin Yi couldn't help but feel confused.
The little guy also noticed that Teacher Chen Rong’s way of holding the pen and drawing was different, so he looked at Lin Yi with some confusion.
"Dad? What is the teacher doing?" Guoguo asked blankly.
"It will be ready soon, just wait a little longer."
Only then did Guoguo nodded softly and waited.
Teacher Chen didn't let the little guy wait too long, and soon a pattern appeared on the paper.